THE FOURTH TRIAL

[despairection]

[Who is Goombriel Gambaldi? Why should the campers have any reason to care about his death? This is a question that must be answered, as the campers are summoned to a trial.

 

Portraits of Clair and Yomiel have appeared in the courtroom - with an additional portrait of Goombaldi slapped next to Yomiel's.

 

Will the collected evidence spill out the truth? Or will this mystery remain unsolved?

 

8 students remain.]

 

 

[Let the class trial in the murder of Goombriel Gambaldi...begin.]

 

Comments

[superstylishschism]

Why would you need to see all of it at once?

[monoguests]

I like lava. I wanted to see all of it at once.

[superstylishschism]

I...guess I can understand that. I know I'd rather have a good view of a thunderstorm than just watch part of it out of a window.

[monoguests]

Yes. It's...like thunderstorms. Lava.

[superstylishschism]

'T's more Fire Leo's thing than mine, really.

So, you like to sit on top of the Pokecenter to watch the lava, but you have a hard time getting up there, is that right?

[monoguests]

...Yeah.

[superstylishschism]

Now, wasn't that a lot easier than flipping out and trying to pretend you've never been to the roof?

[monoguests]

I mean, if you're really that interested in my lava-viewing habits, yeah, whatever.

[superstylishschism]

That's not really the important part. I was more concerned with whether or not you had a valid reason for knowing how hard it is for you to get up there.

[monoguests]

...The reason is lava.

[superstylishschism]

Yeah, I got that.

[He probably should've guessed from that hairstyle that you were a fire nerd.]

But now that we've dealt with that, we really should get back to the question that brought us here. Did you leave the cookies in the camp store?

[monoguests]

No? That's...they were there.

[superstylishschism]

Not any of the times I've been to the store. ...Have you even been outside of the lava area before this?

[monoguests]

...No. I'm pretty sure I told you guys that.

[green_mario]

[Well even if he does still doubts her he can still defend her on this.]

Yeah, when I first met her, she told me she was-a locked in the Pokecenter before I came in.

[superstylishschism]

So someone else must've put the cookies outside Neph's door. Someone who could have had them before the store opened today. But you said you were the only survivor of your group, right?

[monoguests]

...Does the store even close?

[shslancer]

She was out before then this mornin' though, since ya met her a few days ago, right...?

[Yep, headache coming back. She rubs the side of her head, grimacing.]

[green_mario]

Yeah, it's-a not like the Pokecenter seemed locked after I found her.

[shslancer]

So that theory don't work, then. She had the chance to do it.

Alastor, when were ya in the store last, 'fore this mornin'?

[monoguests]

You had the chance to do it.

[superstylishschism]

Are you trying to suggest Neph arranged her own drugging?

At any rate, they weren't there when I dropped by yesterday during the day, and they couldn't have been made by one of us unless the ones on the plate were just designed to look the same.

[shslancer]

[Hey, congratulations, Clarice. You are now officially her number one suspect!

For a moment, the redhead gets this incredulous look.]

Yes, because Ah'm gonna risk my own life with that, when Ah have no way to know they're there or what they do.

[When you can hear sarcasm dripping from Nephenee's voice, you might want to rethink things. Girl doesn't sarc often.

She turns to Wiitney, her expression softening.]

Miss Wiitney, was the blood on the boots fresh when ya found 'em, an' was my armor dry?

[fitnessenthusiast]

The armor was dry. What does fresh blood look like?

[green_mario]

Uh fresh blood is-a usually warm and wet. Was it anything like that?